Group pet small peasant girls: Escape the famine with the space of merit

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Seeing that Xia Huaizhang was frightened again, Nuan Nuan's heart sank, and he immediately threw a bottle of tranquilizer to Lian Qiu: "Lian Qiu, take him to the guest room!"

"Yes!" Lianqiu raised his hand and touched Xia Huaizhang's sleeping point, and brought him down.

Nuannuan looked at the man with a cold and handsome face in front of him with a headache: "Brother Bai, you know that Xia Huaizhang got sick because of you, can you try not to appear in front of him in the future?"

Bai Muyang looked at her negatively: "You let me avoid him?"

Wen Nuan squeezed the space between his eyebrows: "Brother Bai, I said before that Xia Huaizhang is my friend and partner. This point will never be changed. If you really mind, then let's break off the engagement as soon as possible."

Hearing her mentioning the dissolution of the engagement again, Bai Muyang's face turned dark again: "Can friends and partners hold your arms?"

Wen Nuan rolled his eyes at him: "Didn't you scare him just now?"

"Are you feeling sorry for him?"

"When did I say I love him?" Wen Nuan felt that this man was simply unreasonable: "You can't listen to what I say, can you?"

Seeing that she was angry, Bai Muyang was afraid that she would really break off the engagement with him, so he suppressed the bitterness in his heart, and changed the subject: "I ordered more than a dozen bathtubs, when are we going to the food store?"

To put the bathtub into the space, the two must have an intimate manner.

warmth:"……"

Forget it, just treat him as a tool man.

Thinking about it this way, the awkwardness in Nuan Nuan's heart disappeared.

Xia Huaizhang fell asleep after taking the tranquilizing medicine that Lianqiu had given him, and when he woke up, he crawled and rolled away from Xinsheng Village.

In the future, if you come to Xinsheng Village, you must write a letter to Xiao Nuan in advance to confirm that the murderous Bai Muyang is not in Xinsheng Village before you can come.

In the blink of an eye, the autumn harvest came, and the folks in Xinsheng Village began to get busy.

Because Bai Lang and Qiao Wanyue were in the village, it was impossible for the Wen family to let them go to the fields to help with work, so Wen Nuan took them outside.

Nuan Nuan thought about it, and took the two of them to Qingyang County to play.

It is also the first time Wen Nuan has come to Qingyang County, and this Qingyang County is even more depressed than she imagined.

I don't know if the people are busy with the autumn harvest, but there are not many pedestrians on Qingyang County Street.

However, the shops on both sides of the street were open.

"Godfather and Godmother, should we find a place to eat first or go to the inn first?" Wen Nuan asked Bai Lang and Qiao Wanyue for their intentions.

"I had some snacks on the way just now, and I'm not hungry now." Bai Lang looked at his wife: "Let's go to a teahouse first?"

Qiao Wanyue had no objection: "It's fine, you don't need to look for a place to live, just live in Mu Yang's house."

"Brother Bai has a house in Qingyang County?" Wen Nuan was a little surprised: "Then should I let Lianqiu and Fudong clean it first?"

She thought that Master Bai had been cheated of his family's wealth, and that the Bai family's life was not easy, but now it seems that she was thinking too much.

Qiao Wanyue smiled meaningfully: "No, the house is watched and cleaned on weekdays."

Lianqiu took them to "Xiangmingju", the largest teahouse in Qingyang County: "Girl, Master Bai, Mrs. Bai, Qingyang County has a storyteller in "Xiangmingju". You can listen to books while drinking tea."

There are not many guests in the lobby of "Xiangmingju", but there seem to be many guests in the private rooms upstairs, because there are maids or servants waiting outside several private rooms.

At this time, the storyteller on the stage was talking about the climax: "It is said that these refugees were secretly sent to Zhongzhou by the son of a certain important minister behind the court's back..."

There were only a few guests in the lobby, and they all stood up angrily when they heard this, and interrupted the storyteller: "Sir, who is that minister?"

"Everyone, be safe and don't be impatient." The storyteller said with a smile: "We just need to know that this happened, and we don't have to know who it is?"

At this time, the son of the unknown family upstairs might really want to know who sent those refugees to Zhongzhou, so he asked his servants to throw a silver coin on the stage where the storyteller was standing: "Sir, send that person's Say the name!"

"Young master, that person is high and powerful, and we can't afford to provoke him." The storyteller persuaded him kindly, but he didn't mention the minister's name.

"Can the refugees be treated as pawns with a high position? Does he harm us Zhongzhou people? Does he think the world belongs to him?" The young man said aggressively: "He did such a thing behind the current emperor's back, did he take it seriously?" Does the emperor care about it?"

The storyteller's face turned pale: "My lord, be careful!"

"Be careful!" The young master threw two ingots of silver onto the stage himself: "Say, who the hell doesn't want to see the kindness of our Zhongzhou people, and actually sends refugees to our Zhongzhou!"

"Sir, tell us, we won't talk nonsense!" Several guests in the lobby also echoed.

"I really can't say it!" The storyteller smiled wryly, "If I say it, my life will be lost."

The young man upstairs confessed a few words to the entourage, and the entourage came to the storyteller with a few banknotes: "Sir, these banknotes are enough for you to find a place to spend the rest of your life incognito."

"I...I really can't say it!" The storyteller pleaded to the son upstairs: "Please don't force me anymore, sir. If you want to know, you can send someone to other cities to inquire about it. Teahouses all over Linguo are talking about it, but all the storytellers who mentioned that minister died unexpectedly."

The audience was startled, and even the son was shocked: "Sir, are you serious?"

"Young Master, if you don't believe me, you can send someone to another city to ask."

The young master pondered for a moment, nodded to the entourage holding the bank note, and then said to the storyteller: "Since the people behind the scenes are so ruthless, sir, take the bank note and hide elsewhere, I will send someone to inquire about it." It’s clear, I don’t believe that Xilin Kingdom doesn’t have a king anymore!”

The storyteller took the bank note, bowed deeply to the young master gratefully, and then hurried out of the teahouse.

Nuan Nuan and the others didn't notice that Lian Qiu was also shocked for a moment when he saw the young man upstairs, but he quickly recovered.

"Let's just sit in this lobby." Bai Lang said, found a seat and sat down, chatting with several other guests in the lobby.

Qiao Wanyue and Nuan sat at another table, ordered some refreshments, and listened to other people talking about refugees while eating.

"Thanks to the donation of a large amount of food and medicinal materials by a friend named Su from 'Lequan County Lord', the magistrate was able to allocate food to the county below us and give porridge and medicine to the refugees."

"That friend of 'Lequan County Lord' must be rich, otherwise how could he donate so much food in one go?"

"Not only rich, but also kind!"

"Many refugees are asking for the name of the friend of the county lord, but no one can find out. This is clearly a sign of gratitude."

"This is the real good man!"